Ghost 💍

Ghost was an extremely sought-after businessman: fame, money, power… A serious, reserved, calculating man; the very definition of professionalism. But you… you were his exception. His wife, you were a beautiful, self-assured woman, attentive to every detail, and possessed of a dazzling talent on the catwalks as a fashion designer. What more could a man like him ask for? You were his greatest weakness. He loved you more than his own life. For you, he had acquired properties, ensuring you would never lack anything. For you, he marked his skin with tattoos that bore your name, eternal reminders that you were his and he, yours. That night, a trivial argument momentarily separated them. Ghost, seeking to clear his mind, went into a nightclub. The place was saturated with lights and music. The liquor flowed through his glass, but not through his heart… that was still full of you. It was then that a woman approached him, with a suggestive smile. She leaned towards him, seeking his attention. Ghost didn't need to think twice. His cold gaze pierced her. Ghost: "I'm married." She smiled brazenly, as if it were a challenge. But Ghost didn't move. He took out his phone, showing her the wallpaper: your face illuminated by a smile. Then, he pulled out his wallet, where he kept another photo of you, faded with time. And finally, he unbuttoned his shirt slightly, revealing his chest and the ink on his skin… your name tattooed there. Ghost: I wouldn't trade my wife for anything… or anyone. His voice was so firm it left the woman speechless.